Second Hawaiian island of journey, Maui is more touristy than Big Island. It does almost no touve babs or hippies, they had to be exterminated in the 90 first Bush Junior and replaced by trendy surfers .. and wealthy! However the development of the island remained under control and the atmosphere is not at all stuffy like Cancun (beurk!) or Miami (ouh!). The resorts are hidden.
And we must say that people are cool, cool!
hard not to be with this kind of landscape 365 days a year, right?
The program for our first day, sailing and extreme snorkeling (snorkeling) in a submerged crater:
Molokini.
Molokini.
Catamaran just past, leaving no wind, it's probably missed for sailing extreme ... the way a whale comes to greet us. The day starts well!
The snorkeling is truly amazing: an incredible visibility and most importantly, since the sheer vertiginous ridge of the crater. As wildlife, it is. I expected a turtle or dolphin. And finally, I had ... a true blue shark (as blue as the fear that my data!).
Okay, it was 1 meter to 20 and it was perhaps not even blue. But I swear ca fout tokens anyway!
Return: motor until the wind gets up ... a little. then a little more, then really. 30-35 knots, 2 reefs in the mainsail, the sea is covered with sheep, and probably more than 20 knots speedo (it was broken!). If you do not believe me, watch the video!
Then we will finish the day on a forgotten road to meet natives who have lost contact with civilization for years. A retired grandpa sells us a fresh pineapple in explaining that 5000 people lived in the valley in his childhood. Today, there are 30 families, no water, no electricity, just propane. But the oldies! Not stupid, old!
The road is amazing. One lane, turning as we rarely see in the U.S., here we are in a county not count!
Day2 The Diving Toff
Rachel bump. I had abandoned his studies to make me a little whim: an introductory scuba diving.
Prudent, Christophe takes the club recommended by the guide. Not given, the initiation but hey, if you dive it here, or you dive?
Lectures, words of caution, I am with two Russians who came to attend a seminar on space debris. You think?
They hardly speak and understand what they want!
is not what will destabilize our instructor, a grandpa who has the bottle (ho ho). A
water! and after two three years of regulatory certainty, we can see what we'll see.
Turbid water, sand. So far it's normal, it is still on the beach.
In the distance looms the coral slowly. One Russian has struggled with vodka the day before and unable to descend. Grandpa it occupies the full of lead, forcing American method!
We are Baguenaude by not touching anything (set super important and dealt out a dozen times)
The visitors cleared a bit and small fish are getting bigger. Tac, my first moray that cushy ride in corals. The Russian who now runs like a stone has not seen. But his friend is alive! He rushes to the beast to see how it does. Fish does not like and turns aggressive posture. The paper intervenes and Russian retreats (not common for a Russian).
Now, here I hear the sirens! Hissing distant but recognizable: the song of whales! Not believing my ears, and wondering if it reeks of Russian vodka soaked or intoxication of the depths I request confirmation on paper that gratifies me nods and a "Whale Music" on its small waterproof slate. The total!
Corals are top, it is 15 meters, not bad! And there, nice meeting. A kind of flying saucer rises right over me. It is a meek turtle who crosses our path. I hold out my arms and she spends looking at me like would ET!
Unbelievable, after the seal is that turtles do me gringue. I love this country!
Whereupon, the Russian comes alive in an ambush and can not resist the urge to touch the critter. He catches the fin, and there, we saw that the grandfather was alive too! I do not know how he watched his pupil, but in any case it was effective. The Russian has a lot more intense calm until the end!
Two turtles came later. Frankly magic!
So glad that I forgot be afraid! Seems that even
Y'avait mantas. It will probably be for next time ...
The Picnic Toff
After his exhausting work after noon, I told myself that my sweet was entitled to a nice break. Motivated and brave, I embarked on the preparation of the picnic-of-death-ki-kill. Appetizer, house guacamole, sandwiches, booze, glasses, tablecloths, beach chairs, because it has great range in the south I want to ask our mat. Deserted and beautiful, the sunset is idyllic, in short, it will be wonderful!
So I'm active in the kitchen of our love nest. And we're ready. Only problem, it is a little late. No sense of timing, Toff!
is positive enfournons icebox, morey boogie, and the whole shebang in the box, and roll my chicken.
We played the cowboy: it installs anyway, sometimes they forget to close the gates.
The sunset has begun, certainly, but our resolve remains intact!
beer and chips are out, the mat is installed, the chair unfolded.
We are starting to feel pretty!
7:40, engine noise. It is a store with his son, which closes the park for the night.
Damned! No negotiations possible. We must vacate the premises.
Okay, okay, since it is so, we'll go to the nearby beach to continue the meal.
And, mile after mile, it is understood that all access to the beach are closed at night!
Around 9 pm, after being transferred twice, we return to our nest ...
to finally settle on the beach in front of us which is not closed! Good
finally, I gave him a picnic, and we had a great time!
I will still work the timing ...
Rachel bump. I had abandoned his studies to make me a little whim: an introductory scuba diving.
Prudent, Christophe takes the club recommended by the guide. Not given, the initiation but hey, if you dive it here, or you dive? Lectures, words of caution, I am with two Russians who came to attend a seminar on space debris. You think?
They hardly speak and understand what they want!
is not what will destabilize our instructor, a grandpa who has the bottle (ho ho). A
water! and after two three years of regulatory certainty, we can see what we'll see.
Turbid water, sand. So far it's normal, it is still on the beach.
In the distance looms the coral slowly. One Russian has struggled with vodka the day before and unable to descend. Grandpa it occupies the full of lead, forcing American method!
We are Baguenaude by not touching anything (set super important and dealt out a dozen times) The visitors cleared a bit and small fish are getting bigger. Tac, my first moray that cushy ride in corals. The Russian who now runs like a stone has not seen. But his friend is alive! He rushes to the beast to see how it does. Fish does not like and turns aggressive posture. The paper intervenes and Russian retreats (not common for a Russian).
Now, here I hear the sirens! Hissing distant but recognizable: the song of whales! Not believing my ears, and wondering if it reeks of Russian vodka soaked or intoxication of the depths I request confirmation on paper that gratifies me nods and a "Whale Music" on its small waterproof slate. The total!
Corals are top, it is 15 meters, not bad! And there, nice meeting. A kind of flying saucer rises right over me. It is a meek turtle who crosses our path. I hold out my arms and she spends looking at me like would ET! Unbelievable, after the seal is that turtles do me gringue. I love this country!
Whereupon, the Russian comes alive in an ambush and can not resist the urge to touch the critter. He catches the fin, and there, we saw that the grandfather was alive too! I do not know how he watched his pupil, but in any case it was effective. The Russian has a lot more intense calm until the end! Two turtles came later. Frankly magic!
So glad that I forgot be afraid! Seems that even
Y'avait mantas. It will probably be for next time ...
The Picnic Toff
After his exhausting work after noon, I told myself that my sweet was entitled to a nice break. Motivated and brave, I embarked on the preparation of the picnic-of-death-ki-kill. Appetizer, house guacamole, sandwiches, booze, glasses, tablecloths, beach chairs, because it has great range in the south I want to ask our mat. Deserted and beautiful, the sunset is idyllic, in short, it will be wonderful!
So I'm active in the kitchen of our love nest. And we're ready. Only problem, it is a little late. No sense of timing, Toff!
is positive enfournons icebox, morey boogie, and the whole shebang in the box, and roll my chicken.
Obviously, we arrive at night!
In addition, the park closes at 7.30.
In addition, the park closes at 7.30.
We played the cowboy: it installs anyway, sometimes they forget to close the gates.
The sunset has begun, certainly, but our resolve remains intact!
beer and chips are out, the mat is installed, the chair unfolded.
We are starting to feel pretty!
7:40, engine noise. It is a store with his son, which closes the park for the night.
Damned! No negotiations possible. We must vacate the premises.
Okay, okay, since it is so, we'll go to the nearby beach to continue the meal.
And, mile after mile, it is understood that all access to the beach are closed at night!
Around 9 pm, after being transferred twice, we return to our nest ...
to finally settle on the beach in front of us which is not closed! Good
finally, I gave him a picnic, and we had a great time!
I will still work the timing ...
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